The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1887-04-30
For The UNIvERsALIsT.
ARTHUR LYMAN'S CHOICE
BY IMALINE WARD CRoLL.

nhu caugnb glimpse OI CeTtdlu WE'LL
known pair of brown eyes, little farther
down, but slowly advancing.
AS the two young ladies stood there, a
small wagon drove up laden with flowers
of every hue. There we're fragrant roses,
pure lilies, and delicate forget-me-nots,
great golden-hearted pansies, graceful
dropping fuchias, and geraniums of
every size and color.
"What an interesting face" said Maude
to Ada.
''Where?" asked Ada.
"Why, the girl driving that flower
cart?
Both turned to look admiringly at the
sweet young face shaded with its simple
straw hat, yet glowing with as much in
nate ladyhood as ever graced the features
Of Revere or Grandville.
"Such pity" whispered Maude, for the
girl was close at hand.
II would die if L had to do anything
quite SO mental. Obi it is such an awful
thing to be poor"
Poor! L wish they could have caught a
glimpse of Jessie Browns happy rich little
heart. Why, here were all her treasures
about to be disposed of at good price
she knew; Sheyalways did bring a good
price; and what host of nice things she
was to get in exchange. A new dress for
mother and hats for the boys to wear to
Sunday-school, and shoes, and any num-
;ala 4 II Inv
her own efforts, tooW
Her father kept greenhouse and al
though flowers are such superhuities, at
least some people think so, the Brown,
family managed to thrive. Only in
comfortable way though; there were no
luxuries. Only one article in the Browns
best room could be called that. 1t was
piano which had been left Jessie by her
Aunt Charlotte. A spindle shaped affair
with narrow, yellowed keys and little
embroidery in mother Of pearl traced ON
the face. board, but the tone was sweet
and mellow like that OF some harp much
used and it was dear as any human
friend to Jessie.
III Is uOuDllul WD6buCi AhduAO AtOfOhO
or Ada Grandville could have taken half
the delight in their elegant pyramids"
that Jessie did in her loved companion.
II is a certain fact that / would rather
have heard one strain of "Home, Sweet
Home" or "Way down on the Swaunee
river" from Jessie's treasure on those
musical, yellow keys, than all of Beetho-
ven's sonata5 or Mendeissohn's songs,
fingered in Maude and Ada's mechanical
ly perfect way.
But this is not telling what became of
the brown eyes Maude was trying to
pretend to herself we're not holding her
on that particular corner, and that
prompted her to lean over tine fragrant
flowers and ask tine price of certain pert
little cluster of pansies.
IL Jessie's voice had been a harsh or
uncultivated one, this story would never
have been written, for now the brown
eyes we're close at hand, yes, and mus
tache, too, that matched the eyes, and
Maude was bowling and introducing her
friend Ada to Mr.. Lyman, when Jessie
looking up quickly and replying in her
sweet, low tones, met the tall gentleman s
glance and blushed brightly.
Not that she was embarrassed, but at
the suddenly felt contrast between her
self and these two elegantly dressed
young ladies, whose gentle glances estab-
lshed quiet fellowship, which all girls
must experience who have the same
thoughts and feelings, no matter what
their social position.
Jessie felt what many other young peo-
pie have felt before her, that it is only
ference, after ALL She could not know
that in her bingham dress, and plain hat
her rosy face and bright eyes shone forth
like her own flowers from their modest
green leaves; and that at sight of her
among all those flower blooms, Arthur
Lyman's heart gave queer little bound,
which all Mauda Revere's smiles had
never produced, not for one wee moment
and that the tones of her sweet voice had
completed the spell.
we OlueF IOlkS WOulot anu AAuBh az
oupid's tricks, but it is fact that these
two-the simply up brought Jessie Brown
and the fine gentleman, Arthur Lyman
we're destined from that moment never to
be strangers again.
The sale was completed, and Jessie
drove on. Maude gave the flower to Mr..
Lyman, and he politely carried it, walk
ing beside her, to her house, the big Re
we're 11ansion; but Msude although she
exerted herself more than usual, could
not interest him as in the past.
Now and then one finds a man who
looks for the kings daughter all glO-
,ious within" not one Of the daughters
Of Zion who walk, mincing as they CO. "
Jassie's image hoated continually before
this young man.